There are times when I'll be walking, running or sitting at my desk listening to a Michael Jackson song on my ipod, and when its over I'll be thinking, damn, is he really dead? Does that happen to anyone else, or is it just me?

Anyway I fought off my sickness today, I did my customary 3 mile run this morning while severely dehydrated, and now I'm back at work, and I will be able to see the Lakers tonight. If you are in sick, or close to it, allow me to share with you my home remedy:

1)Sleep until noon
2)Wake up, eat soup, drink Perrier
3)Write two articles for Hoops Addict
4)Talk on the phone with the person who edits your work, instead of actually writing
5)Sip Amaretto
6)Don't shower all day long until right before bed

Follow those six steps, and you'll be as good as new. And if you're having trouble sleeping, run out and buy Norah Jones' newest cd. I've been listening to it non-stop for the past few days because I like her, and I really have been trying to give it the benefit of the doubt...but it sucks. She's no longer a borderline jazz artist, she's just this weird mix of country and soft rock, and its just a drag to sit through. She's the now the female version of Will Downing, who is basically aural Ambien.

As you can see, my thoughts are all over the place this morning. Too much on my mind, and very little of it is blog worthy...except my co-worker;s inability to look me in the eye. What kind of man doesn't look another man in the eye when he's being talked to? What kind of sh*t is that? And he's a military man, which makes it that much more surprising. Isn't that in their code somewhere? Every time I talk to this assclown, he looks down, past me, and everywhere but in my eyes. This is the same guy who wears sweaters with no shirt on underneath though, so how much can I really expect from him?

Oh and Happy 58th Birthday Mommy! Based on our conversation this morning, I suspect you may have found your way to my blog. I hope you I don't offend you at all.

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